lot of bees

It is the day of the Bee

A lot of bees to challenge your Bee

 Have you seen a bee?

Bob is a bee

Here is as busy as a bee Bronzilla Sheppard  find her it the garden

You can find a bee somewhere here Kathy Boles-Turner

The is buzzing sound all over town it is found here Patricia Baudin

Here there one in the middle MaryBeth Mulhal

Here is another one Diane LeBow in the middle

These are great blogger bees

Just one more bee Jackie Buxton

Well it off to the Cee, there are too many Bees

Thank you and God Bless

lot of challenge

Welcome to the blog challenge A to Z

“A” most uttered sound by man.

The A list

Anna Walls of Alaska

Well Anna lives in the wilderness of Alaska, she is a writer.  Her blog novel is The Fortunes of Magic has 61 chapters, and counting. She has graciously helped me with my novels by providing edits of my material. She writes a blog on writing her passion.  Anna’s obsession  

Austin James Here

What can I say about Austin; well he is a one heck of a blogger.  I have not read any of his books; But I think I will, when he write one.  He knows how to get a discussion going. His blog is always an interesting read. He read a lot.

Then there is Andrew, ha ha ha lol that’s me. My evolving blog novel, see it evolve form rough drafts to, I hope a publish novel. here is the hero of my novel  Avon

That’s it for the A‘s today.

Thank you and God bless.

You will need it , you have a lot of reading to do.

lot of one

The last one

I did it the last one

From march one

To march thirty- one

A poem every day

Some do play

Some will say

I do say hooray

It is my hope

This is not a joke

You have enjoyed what I wrote

If you did just leave a note

March came in like a lamb

Thankful I am

An umbrella in hand I’m not Lie an

March leaves like a lion

April to appeal

Something that is real

Like those shower

And the pretty flowers

Thank you and God Bless

lot of cowboy

The contest is set

The riggin’ checked

The grounds are cleared

The crowd is hushed

The pickups poised

The gloves pull tight

The spurs are checked

The hat squared

The top of the couch

The setting in

The announcer called

Out shoot number eight

The Wonder horse

The Little Dustin rides

His rocking horse

Give him a hand

Out in the stands

Grandpa’s little cowhand

 thank you and God Bless

lot in a basket

A tissket, a tasket, what is in a basket

There is a basket on the table

Fill with things without a label

I ask it, what is in the basket

It replies you put it there

Was it to share?

It is bare

Should  you care?

There is a basket on the floor

Where I put things I want no more

It shares with the floor

It does not want any more

 A basket hangs on the wall

Its hoop that is all

Just to play with a ball

That is all

A basket sits under a tree

Filled with glee

A peach I do see

A basket on the table filled with fruit for you and me

 Thank you and God bless

Lot of rest

Good morning another rise

Cup of coffee

Wash the sand from my eyes

Let the dog out

The sun has yet to rise

Time to get dress

Two fried eggs, bacon, hash browns,

And toast on the side

News paper, just for a look

 A story I might prize

Just another day

They all start this way

I need a change

From this same old start of a the day

Good morning loud

Thank you for the rest

I have a request

If you have the time

That would be fine

Have a cup of coffee with me

Breakfast too, if you have the time

It great that we can talk

I do have to go work

And you need a rest

So lay your head on my bed

I hope your rest is bless

I will try to do the thing you request

I know I can from you I have been bless

Just one last request, bless this day

Like all the rest

Thank you and god has bless you

lot of whisper

What was that, I did not hear

It whispered in my ear

It does take away my fear

It said that it is near

I thought many things

Was it the flutter of a wing?

What magic does it bring?

A whisper that sings

The monsters and trolls take flight

My guardian of the night

Here but out of sight

My guardian will take the fight

It must be a dream

This flutter of wings

Out of sight and unseen

 My guardian angel does bream

My soul it does grace

With blessing from his place

A whisper without a trace

A kiss he leaves on my face

From him to you

His bless to renew

God’s grace I guess you knew

Here is some for you

Thank you and God bless